Talk: Gryffindor Tower

Welcome to Gryffindor, where as long as there's a spark in your heart we'll fan it into an inferno. Do you think those flame colours came about by accident. No way! We're raw, raging courage, and pure heart. OK, so, passwords - well, obviously, you just have to learn them - by heart, get it? We've had some that couldn't and it caused a mess of trouble, so if worst comes to worst, get your folks to buy you a Remembrall.

This is where heart and soul will bring you, and here you'll find nothing but hearty souls, ready to embark on adventure and cast caution to the wind - in a righteous cause, of course. We follow the rules, but we're not their slaves, and whenever the school, or any good thing, needs standing up for, there you'll find us, in the vanguard.

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Stella and Gryffin

Stella day in one of the couches, visibly bored. Her brother was clearly avoiding her, and she still hadn’t really made any friends yet. She hoped hanging around in the common room would help that.She held a ball in her hand, throwing it against the wall, and catching it, over and over.

Having just come back from a Potions lesson that was particularly hard, Gryffin was eager to relax and do anything but think about the lesson and the large homework assignment he was given. As he walked in the common room, he gave a little look at Stella, acknowledging her, but ultimately sat in one of the chairs on the edge of the room, contemplating taking a nap.

She smiled to the boy as he walked in, trying to see if she could place him. He wasn’t in any of her classes, so he wasn’t a first year, but he couldn’t be much older. “I don’t think we’ve met yet. What’s your name?”, she asked.

Having been in his own little world, Stella's words startled him and he blinked a few times before looking in her direction. She seemed familiar, maybe she was someone from the sorting ceremony? That seemed likely. "We haven't," He said simply, smiling a little as to be approachable, "Gryffin... you?"

"I'm Stella...Lenton.", she said, pausing a little because she didn't know whether or not to say her last name. God, she sounded stupid now. She smiled quickly before moving on. "What year are you? I feel like if we were the same, I would have seen you."

Dillon and Rosie

she was sitting on a chair by the fireplace doing homework. It was pretty cold today, despite the common room having a fireplace. She hoped that winter wouldn’t get any worse, but they had a few more months of this miserable weather.